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Thursday, 9 September 2010

What.

Hello, Trouble! How are you? Come on in. You’re welcome Ü Like I can do anything to keep you away. Gadammit. I’m screwed! To the bones, man. Screwed to the bones.

“And then he gives me a smile that seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me.”

I don’t know what else to say, I’m so speechless.
Because I’m tired, okay. Not because I have something else in my effin’ mind.

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